HISTORAGRAPHGY

HISTORY OF THE ORGAN DONORS!



Close Encounters of The Musical Kind

This story starts along time ago. Much like when babies are born, the creation of the Organ Donors was a messy, painful, gooy, and wonderful time. This story, this creation tale of a band destined to destroy, rebuild, and destroy music once again, this fable of a band who had to fight ghosts, bears, cocaine addicts, and fruit kings begins just as all stories worth telling do...with a Martian.

G-Money is a Martian. He was born, raised, killed and resurrected on the planet Mars. This planet is different from Earth because it is red. It also cannot sustain human life. Martians are not human. G-Money is a Martian. His real, Martian name is Le Gerg MacDunesbury. His parents loved him, but they were always busy with work. This left Le Gerg a lonely boy. In his early teens he began to write emo poetry, which he would slip into female Martian’s lockers while everyone was in class. These poems were often about how girls didn’t like him. Le Gerg was never the most attractive Martian, even for a Martian. One of the poems went like this:

Why don’t you like me?
Why don’t you like me?
Please love ME!
Please love ME!
Why don’t you like me?
You are pretty, you are happy.
Can’t you see? Can’t you see?
Why don’t you like me?
Did you see me?
Why don’t you like me?
I will cut my worthless wrists.
Why don’t you like me?
I will cut my worthless wrists.
Why don’t you like me?
I saw you...
Why don’t you like me?
Why don’t you like me?
Why don’t you like me?

Sad, isn’t it. Which is why it was a good thing that Emo Le Gerg grew up a little, and began to focus his attention on more thought provoking and intelligent lyrics. ‘Why don’t you like me?’ became “Murder at the mill”, a much more mature and artistic effort. The girls still didn’t like him, but my god did they ever respect him. Also, he looks like a shark.

Eventually is came time for Le Gerg, now going by his nom de plum G-Money, to graduate from St. Martian High, his high school, and to chose a University. However, Mars’s selection of post secondary choices include a community college, and a small liberal art’s school. None of the programs offered tickled G-Money’s fancy, so he applied abroad for school. He was eventually accepted into the fashion program at Ryerson University, which was located in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, PLANET EARTH. Here, he was never fully accepted by his peers. It was never clear why though. Was it because he was a Martian? Was it because they were intimidated by his artistic genius? Was it because they thought he was a shark? Or was it his fault, did he ostracize these people?

No. It was there fault. Fuck the fuckers.

PART TWO->

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